Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.